Working on the weekend, involving driving around the region and taking pictures, is one of the most interesting parts of my job. In honour of my forthcoming resignation I thought I’d take a look at a working weekend.


SAT 10.23am
After laying in bed until 8.30am and then interneting for a couple of hours it’s time to get ready!

SAT 11.02am
Food for six hours. I didn’t end up eating the noodles.

SAT 11.12am
Work car given a beautiful blue stripe by a kind stranger.

SAT 11.52am
Running slightly late…and I haven’t even taken any pictures yet.

SAT 12.34pm
Nothing like the official opening of a synthetic bowling green.

SAT 12.35pm
Squinting all day is a pain.

SAT 11.40pm
The good people at VicRoads are wrong. You can easily do 85km on this corner.

SAT 1.11pm
The hills are alive with the sound of munching during my 40 minute drive to the next event.

SAT 1.24pm
Fuel stop. Thankfully someone else is paying for me to use a V6 engine like it should.

SAT 1.52pm
Definitely won’t miss trying to photograph netball. It’s all grunt and no grace.


SAT 2.20pm
Woot got a good pic. Sometimes the averageness of the lenses conspires against me.

SAT 2.37pm
Take lots of backs, so I can match number to name later on.

SAT 2.54pm
On the road again; I can’t wait to get on the road again…Notice I’m going 20km/h below the speed limit for the picture.

SAT 3.23pm
The fine art of arriving at the football at half time leading to a 20 minute wait for play to start again.

SAT 3.26pm
Holding the camera, while I take a picture of me holding a camera with my phone camera.

SAT 3.57pm
A great shot, except it’s out of focus. Tear.

SAT 3.59pm
This one worked a little better. All it needs is some cropping.

SAT 4.15pm
94.3 and 97.9 Star FM

SAT 4.34pm
Free milo back at the office, mmmmmmmmmmm.

SAT 5.20pm
Post-weekend work ritual of heading to the supermarket to check for bakery discounts.

SUN 6.45am
Even the street lights are still on.

SUN 7.10am
Check picture instructions for first ANZAC Day event.

SUN 7.34am
Make notes on groups that have laid wreaths to remember war warriors.

SUN 7.39am
It’s so early the sun is hardly up.


SUN 7.53am
They’re packing fruit and vegetable’s for their environmentally sustainable food program. Interesting.

SUN 7.58am
Guess you don’t eat organic veggies ’cause they look pretty.

SUN 8.34am
Toilet break.

SUN 8.45am
Punch buggy in front of me.

SUN 8.48am
Punch buggy now behind me.


SUN 8.57am
Eating food out of boot. I know, it’s not my best photo.

SUN 9.18am
Every town seems to have it’s own ANZAC Day commemoration. Thankfully I only have to go to three. It could have been much worse.

SUN 9.21am
Time check. Still nine minutes until the march is meant to start. A chance to ponder the universe and other mysteries.

SUN 9.26am
They started early. I was alert and not alarmed.

SUN 9.59am
Open highway.

SUN 10.02am
I really did yawn before I took photos of myself pretending too.

SUN 10.28am
She closed her eyes, but I took lots. Not much can be done about the babychange room sign. Bad photographer.

SUN 11.06am
Battery 1= flat. Change to battery 2 = flat. Change to battery 3 = flat also. Use phone camera. Win.

SUN 11.15am
ANZAC Day has been covered. Now to process photos.

SUN 1.23pm
It takes a long time.

SUN 1.45pm
Two days. 200km. Six towns. 12 hours. Done.


Earthly dazed

I asked the bosses to take 15 weeks holidays, so I could do a few subjects, so I can do the teaching course next year and I wasn’t allowed. It really frustrated and disappointed me, which means someone had, uh, a little too much hope in a silly earthly plan. James 4 next time, buddy. It was such a beautiful plan, study while I’m on ‘holiday’ and then come back to the newspaper and work five months before studying again. It was beautiful ’cause my bank account was going to be boosted by five figures compared to option B. Quit, study, then hopefully find a job for a few months, and then start the teaching course. Ugh…

By the way I love this prayer of Matt Chandler’s:

“Father, I have such hope in my heart for our young men in here. I have such hope that we might be watchful and that we might be strong and that we might love and encourage and speak well of our wives, and that we might love and encourage and rebuke and be part of a discipline of our children, and that we might be hard workers at home and at work, and that we would be men who love our Sabbath. We love that day off, but in the other six days, we war. And it’s going to take You working powerfully in us, because our broken self is going to make us want to think about us and what we’ve earned and what we’re owed. We’ve got a thousand other people whispering in our ears things that are contrary to the gospel call in our lives. I praise You that You’ve given us enough grace and enough strength to be the type of men You’ve called us to be today. And so, may we tap into that strength to ask for forgiveness where we need to ask for forgiveness. And may we, in the morning, ask for the strength to get through tomorrow. And I thank You that there’s really deep joy and really deep life and a lot of vitality and fulfillment in being a man. And as difficult as it is, as exhausting as it can be at times, O the glory that is created in homes and in children and in workplaces when we submit to You. So make us stronger than we are, and make us braver than we are. It’s for Your beautiful name. Amen.”